It was an obvious choice in the limited pantheon of “no-brainers,” so I spent last evening on the couch munching peanuts and watching a taut, exciting pitching duel from which the St. Louis Cardinals eventually emerged victorious on an unexpected 9th inning homer by the team's light-hitting catcher.
From the Courier-Journal’s perspective, last evening’s city council meeting appears to have been the type of gathering that only the Potty Police could love.
When today’s Tribune appears on line, the newspaper’s city council coverage will be linked here.
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And now, a musical interlude.
With apologies to the Gershwins and Fred Astaire, here’s a lyric for fellow blogger Blogspastic:
Things have come to a pretty pass
Our romance is growing flat
For you like this and the other
While I go for this and that
Goodness knows what the end will be
Oh I don't know where I'm at
It looks as if we two will never be one
Something must be done:
You say epithet and I say compliment
You say socialist and I say fascist
Epithet, compliment … socialist, fascist
Let's call the whole thing off.
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Back to baseball. The World Series begins Saturday evening, with the Cardinals traveling to Detroit to face the Tigers, who are the game’s top story this year. Losers of 300 games the past three years, Detroit now will play for the championship with well-rested players and the home field advantage.
The last time the two teams met in the Series was 1968, and Detroit’s victory in seven games that year stands as my first Series memory, primarily because my father was a Tigers fan. Then as now, Louisville was a fervent National League town, and American League followers were regarded as curiosities at best. Dad’s contrarian loyalties in the realm of baseball certainly played a part in my becoming a supporter of the Oakland Athletics, who in suitably ironic fashion lost to the Tigers in this year’s ALCS.
He died five years ago, but I’ll be cheering for his team on Saturday night. Nothing against the Cards ... but I just can't go along with the stadium name.
Now, Roger, you know I would have written a limerick for you if you'd asked me : )
ReplyDeleteSigh.
ReplyDeleteI saw my first NY Mets game in 1962 in the Polo Grounds when I was 7. I've been a diehard Mets fan for as long as I can remember. The image of Carlos Beltran WATCHING the season fly by him. Ugh.
John, I'm not a Mets fan, but I feel your pain. Nasty pitch or not, it is inconceivable that a player doesn't guard the plate in such a situation.
ReplyDeleteSo you're a living link to Casey Stengel, eh?
Roger, you'll presumably be happy to know that The Tribune is under directives from CNHI to implement "by 9 a.m." posting of the newspaper online, forthwith. Henceforward, links should be available on a VERY timely basis, considering the Trib IS an afternoon paper.
ReplyDeleteYep, I recall Casey as the manager. Then Wes Westrum. Then Gil Hodges and Yogi, etc.
ReplyDeleteOne of Casey's all time great lines was about a young player on the Mets named Greg Goosen. Goosen was a minor leaguer and was 19 at the time. A sports reporter asked Casey what Goosen's prospects were and Casey said, "Well in two years he'll be 21."
The day you actually pull for a NL team in the World Series will be the day you should open the taps at the Public House-lol.
ReplyDeleteHey I meant what I said to you on SAMIZdat, it should have been your A's and my guys in the WS. Both the Cardinals and the Tigers backed into the playoffs, hey come to think of it, that is what is going on with the Gang Of Four to the political process of NA.
Seriously, MLB still is the greatest game on earth....
No denying it.
ReplyDeleteMaybe the Tigers can avoid a sweep ...